The best thing about being in NYC is being able to be the first to go to anything created. This city is made for the creatives. Tonight I was reminded of how fortunate I am to have this access. I love my city to my grave but I still need to give my “future children” a better life than the madness in NYC.
As I sat in the first inaugural podcast show with all the other people who fell inlove with the Black Girl Podcast, the ever so outspoken Scottiebeam pointed to the original podcast photo and asked her friends “where were you in this photo?” Immediately I thought about the photo above and some others in my iPhoto library.
April 24, 2016 :
The other love of my life just turned one. Man I love that kid, he makes my heart melt every time I see him. Prior to his birthday party I stopped by a brunch to meet up with my cousin and a long time friend that was celebrating his birthday too. I remember wanting to keep my outfit very simple and making my lips pop. I felt good in my clothes and I think I was at my healthiest. I later went to participate in with the kiddos at the birthday party. That night I picked up “The love of my life” at the airport. I knew that I would later cuddle in his arms and wake up with him the next morning. That was a good day for me.
However, there’s more. During this time I knew I was experiencing moments of depression for all types of reasons. I was fighting with my parents, the “love of my life” and I were still fighting about us, and my living situation aggravated my soul. But the one thing that made that photo memorable were the morning runs. I worked so hard on my peace why I ran almost every morning. I felt sane, in a way that I’m missing now. I feel like I let everything that happened get the best of me. I went back up a size, my breast are a triple D, and my skin is begging for water.
Thanks to this live podcast, I’m inspired to get like that girl in the photo above. Somewhere in time I forgot to love myself. A little inspiration always helps.
Can you believe it’s almost May? I can’t believe it either because it feels like fall in New York City. I cannot wait to take my talents to the south so I can enjoy the warmer climate. But about April…..
I celebrated my 29th birthday with my family and a few close friends. I think cutting cake became a family tradition a few years ago if birthdays were during the week, so it was only right to invite too many people this year in my tiny studio apartment for cake. I wasn’t the happiest at the start of my day but the love was felt by the end.
I’ve been in crunch time mode this month trying to finish up a couple classes and adjusting my time management at work. Goal number two is on the way and I need to find the motivation to keep pushing through. Look out for me June 7th.
Scrolling through Instagram stories, one of my favorite bloggers expressed that she felt sad and realized that she was still grieving the loss of her mother. She continued to express that it was okay to be sad, cry, or be in a funk because it’s part of the process. This resonated with me because I too am grieving. The loss of my grandmother still triggers me, a recent break up has me completely torn, and an old friend died a week ago during heart surgery; I’m grieving.
The biggest assumption about me is that I am strong, but I feel too. I feel a lot more than I want to and sometimes I sacrifice more of myself to comfort others so I appear strong. Today I am proclaiming that I am currently weak. And there is nothing wrong with being weak, I’m okay being weak. I took my ass to a therapist and asked for help to become stronger again because I am feeling right now. I may or may not be quite in May but I most definitely will be much better, THANKS to my bomb ass therapist!
Thanks to my Friend Kenny: Amanda means “Will not Fall” in Igbo.
Affirming: “I WILL NOT FALL”
How was your April and what are you anticipating for May?
Yesterday, I received a text from my cousin reminding me to journal because of the eclipse. Over the last few days I’ve been trying to find something to put on paper. My emotions are on high, my heart is extremely soft, my vulnerability is evident, and I’m honestly overthinking shit.
I sometimes just want things to move smoothly but not perfect. I try to think this way with almost everything but with September approaching and being a very crucial month, I’m on eggshells. I just want it to be smooth. However, for things to move as smoothly as possible I need to work out some intentions and goals for the last few months of the year. It’s imperative for me to see all these intentions and goals through to my next steps. Continue reading “Intentions and Goals”
I ended April by taking a random day trip to Maryland for business/family visit. I seen my niece for the first time and lets just say that we’re best FRIENDS! Leaving New York City is teaching me everyday that living here is not forever but will always be home. I’ve been super planning since my return. Let’s just say I’m aiming for Summer 2018 to move my life, it’s time.
Now that school is “almost over”, I am able to do some well needed research on self care and wellness. I’ve read somewhere that it is normal to need human touch and I sure did get a Swedish massage this morning because it’s the closest thing I’ll get to human touch for awhile. Lordt knows I needth that massage!
I deactivated my personal social media accounts to give myself a well deserved break. I need to focus and I hate to be distracted. I’ll admit, the lying on social media sometimes gets me, at times I think that I missing out or messing up. Taking this break is teaching me again to TRUST GOD’s TIMING.
Seeking another domestic location to see. If I back track, ATL, NOLA, TEXAS, and The BAY are on the list. Maybe ATL in June and The Bay in July, Texas in August, and NOLA in September, it’s an idea, we’ll see.
It’s the ending of the semester and I’m stressed. I’m stressed because of a coursethat I’m not fond of. Why? Because it doesn’t interest me, it was completely my choice to take so I shouldn’t be so upset about it, and I need the credits.
I’m a few days shy of my 28th birthday. Although I’m not celebrating, my college gave me a travel award and a two night stay in Albany, NY to attend a wellness conference. I took it and decided to call it a celebration. Instead of utilizing the time to do the activities at the conference, my body went into shut down. I slept like a baby for most of the first day. I needed the sleep since the last couple of weeks my sleep pattern had been off. But there’s something about a night in a hotel that changes everything.
While I waited to call a taxi so I can transport out of Albany back to New York City, I’m had this awful garden salad, with all kinds of extra shit, and some of the vegetables were old.
As I gear up for the upcoming birthday, I thinking about all the post I’d like to get in this month. I’ve been working on my Minimalist post, my journey to minimalism. Just something to share in my twenty something years I guess.
How do you feel about hotels and what’s on the agenda for April?